Geology meets Abnormal Psychology

A twisted mind will often find items of peculiar interest while casually observing the trail of dark experience.

While neither the trails nor the experiences are always dark, my twisted sense of humor more often is.

I found this stone on the path to the Los Ebanos Ferry last year and immediately saw the humor in its shape.  During the past year, I've worked on several images trying to create something within, at least, the fringe of social acceptability.

How does a basalt stone get from its original home to the alluvial plain of deep south Texas?  What mystery of forces defined its shape?  Did it have its present shape when Mayans dominated this part of the continent?  Why was I the one to see it, pick it up and create the photograph?

There are three images of the stone in this illustration - they are all variations of the same photograph.